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martes, 30 de septiembre de 2014

Karadzic's poems (two)

Radovan Karadzic was born in 1945 in Savnik, Montenegro. He was indicted by the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia (ICTY) in 1995; arrested by the Serbian authorities and transferred to the ICTY in 2008, he pleaded not guilty and is now facing trial in The Hague. The alleged crimes committed by Karadzic are: Crimes Against Humanity, Genocide (which includes of course the events in Srebrenica) and War Crimes. He was a founding member of the Serbian Democratic Party. He chose self-representation, but he has a legal counselor who describes him as a very bright man who loves to read and to write. He is an alleged war criminal but also a poet. I leave you two poems to read.

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Untitled IThis fateful hour stiffened and reached the sky Like a tree it now binds all existence in its branches I am the cause of universal distress A certain knight called Moses secretly fears me From this fateful hour hours pass by upward like my head And you are bound by some chilly By some frosty terror It's only the snake-like world that changed-its dirty skin For the moment It is only I who sprouted from the Universe like the morning star And the Universe blushed with envy and changed colors It is only cowards eating their cowardice And their non-existent strength It is I speaking and burning I won't be silent after all And let the crowd go to the devil past redemptionI'll handle you in no time And without much ado And right at this moment A tomcat shall peep at the neighborhood kitty through a chinkAnd two lovers Shall stand by the first casket on hand And kiss each other as I command Untitled II

I surmise the sun is wounding meWith its sharp malignant raysI surmise the stars are healing meI am the deity of dark cosmic spaceA horned cow reveals a faithless goddessEverything's turned against me the one true godI created the world to tear my head offJudges torture me for insignificant actsI am disgusted by the souls who radiate nothingLike a small nasty puppy puny deathIs approaching from afarI don't know what to make of all these thingsBut I can't stand the sight of you you file of scumYou file of snailsWell hurry up in your slimeBecause if I can turn my words into thunderI can turn you into a pool of stagnant waterNow that I am in this crazy fervor of mineI could do just about anythingSo your stupid rotten your vain soulsWouldn't stare at me with their stupid peaceful eyesIf you take women out of the equationI don't even know whatThese slimy creatures are forWhat all their words are forWhat their lectures are forI demand and I want just as God rightfully wantsThe immediate abolition of all thingsWithout a purpose and with no beautyWithout a purposeAnd no soundness